Friends with Potter. With Potter. It really was too much.
Hadn't he sacrificed? Given back? Atoned? For the past few months he'd hoped that karma had finally given him a pass...that he could keep this one, new good thing in his life.
It seemed that, as in all things, his relationship with Hermione came with strings.
Scar-headed, annoying, and utterly infuriating strings.
It wasn't fair, but when had life ever been fair? Severus rested his head against the tub, letting the cool porcelain sooth the brewing headache.
One thought resounded: I love Hermione.
And so he began to plan.